Flamefall (The Aurelian Cycle, #2)

by Rosaria Munda

Julia liked power. It was something we had in common.

He leaves the room with a triumphant smirk that sobers when we’re alone in the corridor. It’s even darker here than it was in the classroom.

Is Power…putting on an act?

Revenge doesn’t need to begin with a knife. It can begin with a well-delivered speech.

Duck nods. “Of course. But”—here he lifts his eyes to mine, like he’s offering me something and wants me to see it—“I’d support the Firstrider on this.”

The funny thing about overhearing a betrayal is that it makes your own impulse to come clean evaporate.

Lee is so toxic

You have a warm heart for such chilling deeds.

If my parents taught me to have courage, Duck taught me to see. To see beauty and to love it, to let myself smile.